Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1887-09-10

began to oppress the boy.
"Sh,sh-don't make a fuss" she
said, meeting him in the hall. Little
boys must be seen and not heard. Go
and put that ball away. You might
break something. Never mind that
cat. Get out of my way. l wonder
what your mother can be thinking
about
"Tomm c." his mother called fro m Il
neighbor.ng room.
NAM"
Come here"
Il amt dom nothin."
t"Oh. let him alone, / pray you"
said the proprietor's wife, Incinim :
her head and smiling at the mother.
who appeared at the doorway. II
was IMPLY afriad that he might break
something with his ball, but do let him
enjoy himself, | beseech you. Children
will be children. you know"
Il do hope he won't cause you any
trouble" tho mother replied. Il do
the very best can with him, butt
leone here. son."
She reached out, took the boy b. thi
hand and drew him into the room.
What makes you cry. mammal"
because YOU are so bad, darl n y"
she replied, taking him into her agias.
Il didn't know | was bad"
"But you are. You seem to make
everybody m SCRABBLE"
"What mserable?"
"Unhappy."
"What's unhappvp"
Go. sit down over there.
He climbed upon trunk. twisted him
self around, tore his clothes, got down,
killed q fly on the windowpane, picked
ND feather which he found in the cor
ncr, threw it up and blew his breath on
it, turned over a work-basket, climbed
upon the bed where his mother had
lain down. put his hands on her face,
gazei with miScIivous tenderness into
her es, and said:
IL love you.
She clasped him to her bosom.
you'll be Il good bov, won't you?"
"Yessum, an when that nigger
makes face at me, won't say any
thing"
well, you must not"
..Au' mustn't grab hold of the calf's
tail when he shovcs it through the
fence ?"
No"
s'Wht." "=.''
oh, because it will hurt him. Let
mamma go to sleep now. but don't
you 90 out"
"Nome."
The woman sank to sleep. The boy
got off the bed and went to the widdow
He looked up at a fly that was buzz
mt the top, went back to the bed gen
tly kissed his mother and stole out into
the hall. Exubcrant with freedom. he
began to gallop in imitation of horse.
.'Sh-shr'
He was confronted by the proprie-
tors w fe. What are you racing
around here Ike mule for, say?
Don't YOU know you are wearing ont
the carpet? Why don't you go some
where and sit down and behave like a
human boina? Think / bought this
carpet to have it skulfud out this way?
Stop raking your foot on the floor that
wav.'
He held up his hands as if. in begging
for forgiveness. he would kiss her.
Don't put your greasy hands on me.
Go on. now. and don't rake your feet
on this carpet. | don't know what
mothers these days can be thinking
about"
"Tommie." his mother called.
"Yessum."
Come here"
"Oh, I don't know what TO do with
vou," she said when she had drawn
him into the room. "What makes you
so bad?"
IL dunno, but il must be the bad
man."
Yes, and he'll get you, too. if you
don't behave yourscif."
"Ard will he hurt me?"
'.Yes, he will"
"How?'
Burn you"
"Ho. I'd shoot him."
You couldn't"
"Whv couldn't I?'
oh, don't know
"Then how do you know he would
burn me?'
"Oh, | don't know that he would"
"Then what made you say that he
would?'
For gracious sake, give me little
peace. =,
a little piece of bread?" he asked.
while his eyes twinkled with mischief.
Hush, sir; hush. Not another word
out of YOU. Take your dirty hands
away from nv face. " ,r-
ii want to hug you."
"Well, hug me. then, and sit down. "
..You love me. don't you?'
"Yes, little angel" she said, press.
inc him to her bosom
more than all the houses an rail.
roads an steamboats, put togelher?"
Yes"
To the mother the days were dragged
over the field of time. Ike the dead
body of an animal. In misery lest hel
son should cause offense. she watched
him, and, at table, hushed him. The
proprietor's wife scolded him. and al
last the little fellows spirit was cowed.
He crept through the hall. and. on tip
toe. to keep from wearing out the car
pets, he moved through the house. HI
would shrink when he saw she propr e
tors wife. and in b sleep he muiier
aJ anoloo,i.s and declared that he woule